Page 58 of Red Flag
With that text sent, I felt a twang of relief and even more embarrassment. He definitely wouldn’t come now, but it looked like I had been expecting him.
The door’s card reader made a mechanical clicking noiseand opened. Wipe still close to my face, I froze on seeing Nix in my doorway. Room key in one hand, his phone in the other.
“Don’t worry?” he asked with a frown.
I waved him in frantically, worried someone might see him half in the corridor and half in my room.
He stepped forward, letting the door close softly behind him but still looked at his phone. “What do you mean by ‘don’t worry’?”
“I—I thought you’d be busy,” I admitted. “Big night.”
He shook his head, pocketed his phone and locked the door behind him. “Did I or did I not make plans with you?”
“They weren’t concrete,” I reminded him. “It’s your night to celeb—”
“I have a promise to keep,” he said, stepping closer. During my panic attack, I’d hardly been able to take in anything other than his beautiful face. But now, I had no option but to froth at the mouth over his white shirt, the dark jeans and his bearded face.
“As long as you’re still—”
“Remind me of this promise,” I faked ignorance, cocking my head to the side as if trying to remember.
“I’m going to make you come,” he said, standing over me. I craned my neck to continue watching him as my heart picked up. “I’m going to make you cry my name, choke on it.”
“I’m not sure you’re capable,” I taunted, leaning back on my palms.
Hand gripping the side of my desk, he leaned down so his mouth was an inch from mine. “I keep all of my promises, Livid. Unlike you.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not going to let myself fuck you until you’ve come,”he said and I could feel his words on my skin. “And, god, Livid, I want to fuck you so bad.”
His attention travelled back to my lips like it had earlier.
“Ineedto fuck you.”
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me, our mouths coming together in a desperate kiss, his hands in my hair as mine went to the buttons of his shirt.
“Tell me what you need,” he begged against my lips. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you like, what you haven’t tried, what you want to. Tell me.”
“I want you to hold me down,” I said, my words until then unspoken desires. “I want you to tease me. I want you to make me beg.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, the word low and deep in his throat. “I’d love to hear you beg for me.”
He hoisted me up, grabbing my ass and pulling me to him. My legs wrapped around his hips as he walked me over to the bed. He should have dropped me on the mattress, but he kept kissing me until I was starved of oxygen and I was rolling my hips against him.
When we stopped to breathe, he was grinning at me. “This top is stunning,” he said, running his hand down it, tracing the bulge of my cleavage. “They have any other colours?”
“It’s not mine,” I breathed. “Saliha—”
He dropped me to the bed where I bounced twice. By his open mouth, he enjoyed my tits moving with the motion.
“Then I’m getting you one,” he said, a finger tracing one of the delicate flowers covering my nipple. I was so sensitive the slightest touch there lifted my hips off the bed. “I’m getting you multiple. Every colour. To strip off you one by one.” He gripped my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bedbefore working on the belt of my trousers. “God, I love seeing you in leather.”
“I think you wear it better,” I said and reached for his belt, too.
“Lift,” he demanded and pulled my trousers down and then off. His eyes flickered up to the top. “Let me see every inch of you.”
I reached around the back to unhook the clasps that kept the corset together and dropped it to the floor.
